Day 6

er, I need to finish this...if I even remember everything anymore...

Day 6 - Tuesday

4:00 am

Bottom bunk was amazing. As amazing a bed could be in a prison that is. I had the bitch fully tented so when the lights hit for breakfast I was still uncomfortably asleep. Thankfully the loud overhead speaker got me out of my dream phaze long enough to notice it was time to eat. This cell block area thing served breakfast at 4, an hour later then the last hole I was in. Yay? Who cares right.

Me, and my four short term friends all sat together. There was the fight-proned crackhead who was ever proud of his latest skirmishes within the walls. The Thief who slept above me. The dealer who only talked about msuic and the fact of that he couldn't wait to get out so he could keep selling. And then there was one of the guys who transfered to this block with me. He was quiet, I don't think I ever asked him what he did to get in here, but he looked to be the quickly agitated kind. Most fo these men sported tatoos of some kind. I felt supremely out of place. (and rigthfully so)

At least they were easy to talk to. I also bummed off some of there contraband. Mooching in prison of all places. Old habits die hard I guess. Not like I was ever goign to see these people again. might as well use them for whatever I could get out of them. I only had a couple more days left in this place.

Doing the math was fun. I was already over the halfway point by now. This being Tuesday, I had just around 100 hours left in this filth box. This of course was just accounting for my initial sentence of ten days, minus the one day I had of time served already. I figured I'd be out of this place by sometime Friday at worst.

The food was unmemorable, as usual. Breakfast came and went and I was back in my cave before I knew it. All the chatter in the world wasn't going to stop me from my slumber. Did I mention this bed was like ten times more comfortable then my last hard, stiff mess? Anyways, off to sleep I went.

10:00 am

Lunch. More of the same. Me and those other guys stuck together, talked crap about stuff from the outside world, and ate some less then deseriable food and went back to our tiny room of entrapment. Back in our humble abode, we were greeted with some new faces. That meant that some people were leaving. The thief and crackhead left and were replaced by some black guy and this huge italian looking dude named Kevin. Kevin slept above me, he was like twice my size. If he wanted he could have moved me out of my bottom bunk by force, but thankfully the dude was saint-like. The dealer was gone too. It seemed he left while we were all sleeping. Something about him requesting a job and working all day long. It was all good, more deoderant for me!

Sitting around after lunch me and Kevin started to talk. This guy was a sweetheart, he didn't look like he belonged here either. I learned that he had lost everything because of his ex-girlfriend calling the cops on him at his own house after her ex tried to break into Kevin's house and he retaliated. What a great system, eh? Like I mentioned, he had lost everything. She had sold all his stuff when he was taken away. He lost his job, and literally had nothing to his name. His story made me sick.

in any case, he was a big computer nerd and he loaned me his gamer magazine. A couple months old, but it still helped the time pass.

Brawl had just come out in this edition. Yay! Me and Kevin talked about that series for a good while too. I so wanted to play him and test my abilities against him, against anyone. I missed video games. I missed just about everything.

Game time! Played spades and ocne again dominated. Caught some fools renigging as well. ATTENTION: I Now know where puerto-ricans come from. i was playing against this 18 year old dude. He was 95% mexican and 5% indian. He had two kids and was serving six months in here for something. Also, he seemed proud of it as well. Amazing.

I got mixed up with some conspiracy theories as well while I was in here. While we were watching the news, there was a topic about the on going war. Seeing this, one of the inmates scared the living hell out of me. He said that if anyone were to ever invade US soil, that prisons are to immediately execute every inmate held in captivity. I am not sure if this is true or not, but ebing inside the joint when soemone tells you this is not a fun feeling. I wanted out desperately.

Religion was a big topic, for obvious reasons. Men who had no where else to turn, who were spending a good amount of their adult life imprisoned, who needed that calling, that acceptance, that feeling that even after all their fuck ups, that someone would still forgive them, they turned to the bible and to Jesus and his teachings. It's easily understandable. There was someone I felt bad for in here, though I can not remember his name. He was a drug addict who had brain damage from something, but he always kept a bible close at hand. When i talked to him, he didn't even fully understand what he was reading, but he knew that the words spoken to him had meaning. He just couldn't comprehend them. He was a nice enough guy, though he was the bud of everyones jokes at the expense of his own density.

This was just like high school.

4:00 pm

Dinner. If I remember correctly, this was a good meal...compared to all the slop they had fed us earlier. Then again, even by those standards, nothing to write home about.

Home.

I missed my mom. I know she was worried about me. It had been five days since I last talked to her. I wondered how good my camping cover up would work with her. I wondered what all my friends were doing. I thought about a lot of things. Did anyone miss me? Did anyone that knew where I was care enough to stop their daily routines and worry about my well being? Was I just a non factor to everyone around me for those days? Was there anyone out there thinking about me at that very second? I couldn't think of anyone off the top of my head. I was depressed and alone, surrounded by some of the worst humans, or some of the unluckiest ones. I would have to classify myself as being one of the unlucky ones. Someone who was wrongfully accused, someone who the system could use in their money making scheme. Someone who would become part of their system.

A slave.

(I later learned when I was out that my friend Steven was going to visit me, but that I got out before he was going to come. That actually made me feel a lot better...afterwards. Ha.)

Then there was a light in the darkness. One of the toothless inmates heard us talking and joined in our discussions. He asked me what I was in for and for how long. When I told him and told him how long I had already been in, he gave me a little nugget of blessed information. He said that if I was given ten days, that the prison has a system of good behavior. That I would have two days shaved off my sentence including the one day of good behavior. That changed everything. If he was right, that meant I would be out of there by Wednesday...Tomorrow!

Of course I asked around about this finding. Most the people said he was wrong, other said i would only get the one day of time served off, other said different things. since no one could agree on any onerumor, I didn't bank on the man's words. If I heard my name tomorrow then, yeah, I'd be extatic. If not then I would have to wait my turn like the rest of us in here. Us? Ugh, that thought sickened me. Sometimes I felt like I would never get out of this place.

I had no idea what time it was, but it was getting dark out which meant one thing. The end of another sluggish, long day. Thing was, I wasn't tired, not in the slightest. Truth be told I was anxious. That news of me maybe getting out tomorrow had me antsy. I was wired and I wasn't even drinking any of the (assumingly) nasty coffee that was being whored around.

I saw a Playboy being passed around. What the hell right? I wasn't going to whip my dick out and start jerking it, but hell, naked women beat the hell out of anything in here. i walked up to the dude who had it and asked if I could look through it. He said sure, and I took it back to my little cave.

great success!

Just my luck too! it was Wonder Women on the cover. How could I resist? I'm such a nerd. Of course I want to see her naked! I opened it up and was thoroughly dissapointed. All the pictures were cut out of the magazine. This place was hell. Was there anything in here worth a damn?

It's prison, what kind of question was that?

It had happened before, but I had to use the bathroom. I tried to find a good time when no one was in the place and made my move. The other cell I was in had just one toilet so there was somewhat of a privacy measure to be had. In this place there was just three toilets all next to each other and across from them were three urinals. My luck, empty room. I had been saving this one for awhile.

Let's not go overboard, but this was a good shit. Alone, quiet (for the most part), and much needed. one person did try to come into the bathroom while I was in there, but I think the smell detered him and he quickly retreated. Mission accomplished.

The night progress regularly enough. I played some risk with what looked to be war vets who took the game too serious. (I could never defend Kumchatka as well as ravi ever did.) I also built (put together?) a puzzle... What? Doing puzzles is a normal thing...in prison. What else did I have to do, besides that took a lot of time, plus the conversations around the puzzle square was entertaining enough. The white boy who was being made fun of last night told me he turned 19 in prison. How lovely! What a way to spend your birthday. Although my last two days of birth hadn't been too much better. He also told me that right when he was getting out that his girl was waiting, and that he was getting "mad pussy." Must be nice.

Later on at night I noticed a bunch of people in what seemed to be a line of some sorts forming outside the bathroom. Me being the curious sort, I decided to take a peak.

Workout time! The inmates had made a weight room of sorts in the bathroom. It felt like I was in one of those old prison flicks. This was the set up: They had an old mop handle, a pillow case, a plastic bag and a lot of water. What they did was fill up the plastic bag with water, tie that up, put that in the pillow case, tie the pillow case to the middle of the mop stick and voila, curling bar. I waited my turn and did a couple of sets. I could see how if I had stayed here longer I could have gotten relatively large, but in the end I only did this one night. It was fun though, everyone was in a joking mannor. most of the people working out even corrected me when I went and curled, they showed me the "proper" way to curl a pillow sack filled with water.

When I got my workout fix, I left the gym. I was exhausted, but not tired. I laid down in my bed and just stared at the top of my bunk. It felt like a lifetime of oppurtunity was slipping through my fingers while I was in here. I was going nowhere in school. I was striking out with every girl I tried to build a relationship with. I was working at two dead end jobs. And to top it all off, I was in prison. I needed to change things around, but that would prove to be harder then just thinking about it.

I fell into a quiet slumber thinking heavily about my future. Hopefully this would be the last time I ever had to go through this experience. If anything it made me stronger.

Even if I initially didn't notice.

Day 6 was over.